Zhao Rong was brought back to his place by Concubine Zhao Ling while he was in a daze.

He was a little confused for a moment.

At this time, kneeling on the kneeling mat that had been carefully wiped by Concubine Zhao Ling, Zhao Rong gradually came to his senses.

He stared straight at Qingjun beside him and licked his dry lips.

Zhao Rong's right hand could still feel the cold touch of her jade hand just now - Qingjun's hand was sweating coldly, but she held him tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave with another woman...

So, I misunderstood her meaning just now... Wasn't she supposed to serve tea and see the guests off?

However, what was going on with Qingjun's reaction now? She was like a frightened deer, panicking. Did she misunderstand something...

At this moment, this table in a corner by the stream was the center of the gathering, attracting countless eyes. However, the man and woman behind the table did not pay any attention to the outside world. They were carefully trying to figure out each other's thoughts and feelings, not caring about others but only caring about each other.

The changes of joy and anger of my beloved one affect my heart.

Zhao Rong looked at the woman in front of him seriously.

She tied up her long black hair for him and never let it down in front of others.

At this time, she was wearing a moon-white chest-length skirt, also for him to see.

Her face was evenly rosy and her eyebrows were delicately drawn. She must have dressed up carefully because she was thinking of him before going out.

But Qian'er hasn't returned yet, and Zhao Rong heard Qian'er say in casual conversation that Qingjun is not very good at makeup, and her hands are more familiar with the hilt of a sword than with an eyebrow pencil.

So, before going out in the morning, this silly woman sat alone in front of the dressing table, clumsily drawing eyebrows over and over again? I don’t know if she was smiling or annoyed in the bronze mirror at that time, or both. When she thought of him, she smiled like a flower, and when she was distracted and drew her eyebrows crookedly, she bit her lip and got angry. But when she thought of meeting him soon, she would smile again...

Zhao Rong felt pity, took a deep breath, and frowned slightly.

He wanted to embrace Qingjun immediately, but he had to consider her feelings. This was a lesson Zhao Rong had learned several times before. He could no longer "bully" her excessively in public like he did in Four Seasons Hall. Qingjun was not the woman in her previous life. No matter how much she indulged him, she was polite in her bones and could not accept overly radical actions in front of many people, unless they were in private, like when she took the initiative to wipe his sweat on the rainy night...

Therefore, Zhao Rong also wanted to respect Qingjun.

Concubine Zhao Ling was facing Zhao Rong. She lowered her head and eyes. She held the teacup in both hands at the level of her eyebrows and respectfully handed the tea to Zhao Rong.

It was just that someone was distracted for a moment and didn't answer it immediately.

Concubine Zhao Ling lowered her head and waited for a moment. When she realized that Zhao Rong still did not move, she pursed her lips tightly, and her tender red lips gradually lost their color.

The hot tea in his hands caused ripples on the mirror-like surface. One has to know that the hands holding the tea had grasped swords that were a hundred times heavier than the teacup thousands of times...

Concubine Zhao Ling became more and more anxious. At a certain moment, she mustered up her courage, raised her eyes slightly, and carefully looked at her husband's expression. As a result, she met Zhao Rong's straight gaze and saw his handsome eyebrows gather together.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei's eyelashes trembled, and her originally clear and crisp voice was also infected. With a tremor, she said weakly, "You, you drink tea, I have learned it for a long time, and I want to make it for you. Don't be angry, or you can try some, if it doesn't taste good, then don't drink it... Wait, it's a little hot, let me blow on it, huh... huh... Brother Rong'er, don't be angry, I won't be willful in the future, don't get angry because of me, I really don't dare, really..."

Her voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end she began to blame herself.

Concubine Zhao Ling tilted her head slightly, her eyes staring at Zhao Rong through the steam rising from the teacup.

Zhao Rong, who was daydreaming, saw Qingjun's eyes were almost exactly the same as when she was a child, and his heart trembled. When she was a child, every time she accidentally made him angry, she would look so pitiful.

But Zhao Rong didn't have time to linger. He stood up, frowned, and quickly explained, "No, I'm not angry. Qingjun, you're overthinking it. I love you so much that I can't bear to be angry with you."

After saying this, looking at Concubine Zhao Lingfei, who was still holding the tea in her hands respectfully but had suddenly smiled, Zhao Rong quickly straightened his clothes, knelt down, bent over, raised his hands, and solemnly took the cup of meaningful tea from his wife.

He was meticulous in his actions.

This was the first time Qingjun served him tea as his wife.

It is also a dining etiquette for husband and wife to treat each other with respect. Both parties should be respectful and polite, rather than one party being humble.

The two of them finished the ceremony.

After hearing Zhao Rong's explanation, Concubine Zhao Ling was overjoyed. Her eyes widened with smiles, and she watched him drink the tea in one gulp with clear and bright eyes. This was not in line with the tea ceremony that Concubine Zhao Ling had learned, but it contained the love and care that she had been looking forward to the most, which surpassed any etiquette.

After Zhao Rong drank a large gulp of the tea, Concubine Zhao Ling took the empty teacup with a faint smile, then picked up the teapot to pour tea. She squinted her eyes and stared at the teacup quietly for a while before she asked softly, "Brother Rong'er, you are not angry. Then why did you leave just now? Why didn't you sit with me..."

Zhao Rong gave a general explanation helplessly, and Zhao Lingfei chuckled and also laughed and talked about her thoughts at the time.

After saying this, the two of them smiled at each other.

Zhao Rong sighed in his heart, and was somewhat grateful for this little misunderstanding, which made him and Qingjun almost reconciled. Well, now all he needed was the black jade. He didn't know if Qingjun would give it to him if he asked her for it now...

Zhao Rong looked at his wife who was concentrating on pouring tea for him, and couldn't help but reach out and grab one of her hands.

Zhao Rong opened his five fingers slightly and put them into the palm of Concubine Zhao Lingfei's hand. With their fingers interlocked, he held her small hand in both of his hands, lowered his head to look at it, and stroked it carefully. He felt as if he was holding a piece of fine jade.

Her hands were as soft as catkins. Zhao Rong looked at them carefully and saw that they were slender and white. He squeezed them slightly and found them to be soft as if they had no bones. Then he stroked them gently and found them to be smooth as cream.

However, this piece of soft jade that made Zhao Rong's heart tremble was not flawless and perfect.

He frowned slightly and rubbed the calluses on Qingjun's palms with his fingertips, feeling a little distressed.

Concubine Zhao Ling put down the teapot, lowered her head gently, and let Zhao Rong hold her hand. She didn't look at him. She said shyly, "Don't make trouble yet. I still need to make tea. Husband... Husband is thirsty, right? Wait, let me touch you later..."

The last two sentences were spoken in a very low voice, so low that Zhao Rong began to doubt whether she had spoken at all...

He smiled warmly and said, "I'm not thirsty now, Qingjun. Just one look at you makes me drunk."

The woman in a skirt with teardrop moles under her eyes stopped moving, lowered her head, her ears turned red, and trembled, "Me too."

The two held hands tightly.

All the actions that took place in this corner of the elegant gathering were seen by everyone present.

From the beginning until now, Zhao Rong and Zhao Lingfei's behavior as if they were the only one in the crowd had always attracted everyone's unblinking gazes, and shocked everyone's eyes with a variety of "colorful" expressions.

Shocked, surprised, surprised, or incredible...

Some news that were originally scoffed at by many students and regarded as boring rumors were gradually corrected into something called facts due to the intimate behavior of the two people behind the table.

Ye Ruoxi and Li Jinshu stood together, but they had not turned to look at each other since a while ago. Instead, they stretched their necks and stared intently at their respective junior sisters and junior brothers.

There was silence between the two for a long time.

At a certain moment, Ye Ruoxi couldn't help but speak without turning her head, "Is this Mr. Zhao really your junior brother? Why haven't you ever mentioned this to him..."

Her eyes were still fixed on that side, carefully examining Zhao Rong's appearance from head to toe. Just now, the image of the cold and aloof Junior Sister Lingfei in Ye Ruoxi's impression helping Zhao Rong blow the tea carefully with pursed lips was still flashing in her mind. This scene would probably be hard to forget for a long, long time.

Upon hearing this, Li Jinshu also stared blankly, and after a long while, he shook his head with emotion and said:

"I don't know about this either. I've been busy with the teacher these days and haven't had much contact with my junior brothers. I only see my junior brother when I go to Four Seasons Hall for class. My junior brother hasn't told me that he's married... Uh, but I do know that he seems to often accompany Junior Brother Fan to Nanci Jingshe. I was going to find a chance to talk to them about it, but I didn't expect... Alas, my junior brother's wife is actually this Fairy Zhao."

Ye Ruoxi also sighed with him and shook her head gently.

She exhaled, and suddenly, seemed to remember something.

Ye Ruoxi quietly turned her head and looked in a certain direction, where there was a man whom she had originally promised to help "match".

At this moment, Ji Qianyi had a blank expression on his face.

When Zhao Rong walked towards Zhao Lingfei just now, he realized Zhao Rong's identity. He was the ordinary son-in-law he mentioned. However, Ji Qianyi was not worried at that time. Instead, he looked at him with a smile on his face. He even organized what he would say to Zhao Lingfei when he sat with her after the son-in-law left in disgrace.

However, when he saw Zhao Lingfei suddenly stand up, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly ran to block the road and took the initiative to hold the hand of the ordinary son-in-law.

Slowly, slowly.

The smile on Ji Qianyi's face froze and suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and since then, he has remained expressionless until now.

His eyes at this moment reflected the tightly clasped hands of the two people, as well as the woman whom he had always regarded as a companion on the road. She was lowering her head in shame, and her hand was no longer holding the sword, but him.

Not far away, Yun Zi saw Ji Qianyi's scene and shook his head silently...

Liu Kongyi didn't expect things to turn out like this.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the couple in harmony not far away, and used her fingers to circle the slender whiskers of the dragon carp beside her.

Looking at Zhao Lingfei with curiosity, at this moment, this embryonic sword immortal of Xiaoyao Mansion, who was always watched by the students of the mansion, showed a side that Liu Kongyi had never expected.

And the "culprit" of all this...

Her eyes turned and she began to look at Zhao Rong, who was dressed as a college student, with interest.

Elsewhere, Du Yifu withdrew his gaze from the place where everyone was paying attention, with some surprise still remaining in his eyes.

He turned around to look at Li Jinshu, but his peripheral vision happened to catch a glimpse of Liu Kongyi, whom he had been paying attention to, and he saw the strange look in her eyes as she looked at Zhao Rong.

Du Yifu was slightly startled, and followed Liu Kongyi's gaze to look at Zhao Rong, his eyes somewhat uncertain.

Not long.

The gathering, which had been silent because of an unexpected event, gradually became lively again.